Friday, March 11, 2022

Taxing everything - the tax poem

Tax their land, Tax their wage, Tax the bed in which they lay. 
Tax their tractor, Tax their mule, Teach them taxes is the rule. 
Tax their cow, Tax their goat, Tax their bras, Tax their coat. 
Tax their ties, Tax their shirts, Tax their work, Tax their dirt. 
Tax their cars, Tax their drink, Tax them if they try to think. 
Tax their booze, Tax their beers, If they cry, Tax their tears. 
Tax their bills, Tax their gas, Tax their notes, Tax their cash. 
Tax them good and let them know That after taxes, they have no dough. 
If they holler, Tax them more, Tax them 'til they're good and sore. 
Tax their coffin, Tax their grave, Tax the sod in which they lay. 
Put these words upon their tomb, 'Taxes drove me to my doom!' 
And when they've gone, We won't relax, We'll still be after Inheritance TAX!!

Author unknown. Updated to make it gender neutral by Mark Lee

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